Prayer of the Weary
Greys of rain-twines irk my being
enough, enough, you springtime fleeing!
Bolt the house
secure the yard
recall, recall that I am marred.
Browns of mud-rows vex my substance
begone, begone, you winter’s nuisance!
Break the rigour
blast the frost
reveal, reveal that I am lust.
Reds of sound-strings quiver my core
Come on, come on, you riot times’ lure!